Sunday, January 24, 2010

Gold Medal Parenting...

I am the most fantastic mother. Ever.

This is what I was thinking this week as I scrambled over the seats in one of my friend's vans so that my son could pee in a pop can. The situation was desperate. And I certainly didn't want him to pee all over her beautiful van. So the Welch's grape soda pop can got to go above and beyond fulfilling the measure of it's creation.

I thought about what a fantastic parent I was, again, later in the day as I ran up the stairs at the local ice skating rink to grab Thing 1 from ballet, having left Things 2 and 3 locked in the car downstairs. It was pouring rain, for crying in the mud, and Thing 2 had no shoes. Because I'd forgotten them. So I ran upstairs and came rushing back downstairs, only to find my son standing in the lobby, barefoot, holding a dollar, with some woman holding his hand and glaring at me. "Is he YOURS?!" she growled, as I worried that her laser beam gaze was going to melt me on the spot. I didn't even reply, just grabbed his hand and shoved him out the door. Because she had no idea what a phenomenal mother I am.

It just confirmed to me that I am, truly, going for the gold medal in parenting as drove away from the ice skating rink with all my children screaming and I did the thing any good mother does: I pretended that there was a plexiglass barrier between the driver's seat and all the passengers (like in a limo) and made my way to the local Little Caesar's Pizza where I bought two five dollar pizzas to throw in the lion's den with my children while I went to hide in the bathroom as soon as we got home.

3 comments:

  1. I love gold star days like that. They make me weep with the joy of being a mother.

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  2. I love it! We must all be in the running for that gold medal! LOL Thanks for the laugh. :)

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  3. Oh, my gosh, that makes me laugh so hard! I can only imagine. Literally. The closest I come to that is being the best wife ever when I am late picking up Cristian from the airport, or splurging for Christmas and getting him the jacket he wanted from Walmart, only to find on Christmas Day that it is a Woman's jacket. I didn't think to look at the tag- I just saw blue and grabbed it. Best Wife Ever.

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